You may never know how much I will miss you
How much I wish we were still friends...

Treasuring the edge of innocence pushing through
I paint my perfect image that's in me of you...

If I were older I could tell you
If I were younger I wouldn't need you...

I am a trouble starter
I am the eye of my mother...

Not one of us, not you, not me
Could be such...

I take a brush
Dip it in the blue paint...

I promise daddy
Not to cry...

I write with this pen, it writes with me
On paper, on skin I spell what I see...

Opened my hands and your soul there
But your heart is still bare...

She saw the hand that touched her, it moved...
Around her eyes then through her heart beats...

I have a tendency to loose my head
Thinking of the years, fumbiling on things you've...

Slip away, keep from my sight
I can not hold the rage you bring...